The Runaway Groom Chapter 821

Irene lifted a brow and wondered to herself if Isaac was a frequent guest here.

Why else would the man greet him so warmly?

Still, she had yet to find what this place was for.

“And who might this lovely lady be?” the man asked, turning towards Irene just then—this was the first time Isaac brought a woman here.

“My wife.” Isaac nodded slightly. “Please show us the way to the horse stables.”

Irene’s eyes widened and turned in surprise toward Isaac, asking softly, “Are we riding horses?”

“Yeah. So? Are you afraid?” Isaac asked.

Horse-riding was certainly a novelty for Irene since she had never done it before.

However, she wielded scalpels and cut people open, starting out with corpses while she was an intern.

In that sense, what was there to fear about horses?

Spurred by her ego, she reared her chin. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Isaac chuckled. “Sure.”

They headed into the building and took a small cart to the stables.

stalls arranged

could tell that they were all good horses and well

was waiting there after learning

he said, “I did hear that you weren’t

Irene, he continued, “Mr. Jefferson has never brought women here before, and to think that the first

nodded politely, Isaac leaned in to whisper

first time, so do

me.” Carl smiled and turned towards Isaac. “I’ll get your horses now while you

“Good,” Isaac said flatly.

the rear, and Isaac had a private room to himself even though other visitors were wealthy patrons

though an attendant soon delivered Irene’s soon after

top of the line, and the riding apparel

black

terrible if it did not

were a perfect match too: white shirt, red vest, red pants, and

to the stables, Carl had already

a white patch of fur on its head that resembled a

you need help?” Isaac

her head—she wanted to do

riders spurred their horses to gallop

though they were not in an open field now, the greenery

tend to the grasscape

use to come here

often,” Isaac replied—this had

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